This is the garden of Paradise, wherein arise the anthems of
God, the Help in Peril, the Self-Subsisting; wherein ascend the soul-entrancing
melodies warbled by the Nightingale of Eternity upon the twigs of the Divine
Lote-Tree; wherein abide the Maids of Heaven whom none hath touched save God,
the All-Glorious, the Most Holy; and wherein lieth enshrined that which draweth
the needy to the shores of the ocean of true wealth and guideth the people to
the Word of God. And this, verily, is naught but the manifest truth.
- Baha’u’llah (‘Days of Remembrance’)
